Here in the dark I will park,
Inside of my bones will have grown,
Vines of rotten wood,
Well it's just no good,
I'm just no good,
And it's that confidence that exists that brings me to my knees.

With the flesh of a boy who hates everything outside,
I'll fly as far as I can until I hit the wall,
The wall that divides my flesh from my brain,
Could I piece it together well I really doubt so.

Inside of the palm of my hand is a daffodil,
For the creases on my forehead,
Signify the worry and hurt I've felt these years gone by,
Remember me when I leave to hope for the best,
Inside my own nightmarish daydream.

With the flesh of a boy who hates everything outside,
I'll fly as far as I can until I hit the wall,
The wall that divides my flesh from my brain,
Could I piece it together well I really doubt so.